Albany stepped off of the bus and inhaled the smell of the city. It was good to get out of the facility now and again. Although she was able to walk the town on her days off, she was never allowed to leave the city and she had to return by a certain time. She never failed to do so. She was looking forward to wandering round for a while, especially after her dream last night. She had experienced bizarre, vivid dreams before, but they were never as clear or prominent as the ones she was having recently. Maybe she was looking too deeply into her patient and her mind was working overtime.

She entered the usual coffee shop she visited on her days off.

The waiter smiled and nodded towards her. "The usual?"

She smiled in return. "Thank you."

The man turned his back to her and began his work.

Albany took a seat next to the shop's window. Someone had left a newspaper on the table, she began to flick through it. The front of the paper showed a picture of a well dressed cop from the GCPD, the article named him as detective Jim Gordon. She felt something in her gut turn uncomfortably. Her face contorted into confusion at this feeling. She ignored the rest of the article and her eyes held on the photograph of the detective. "Jim Gordon..." She muttered to herself. "Why are you familiar?" she asked the printed ink.

"Another success story." The waiter set the cup in front of her. "He's always in the paper nowadays, along with his partner of course. Ah, what was his name? Bulcock or something like that?"

"Bullock." The elderly lady beside Albany corrected him.

"Yeah, that guy!" he smiled at her then turned back to Albany. "Seems Gotham is finally cleaning its act up. It won't last, never does." He walked away.

She looked down at the paper as she set it down next to her coffee. She picked up the cup and took a small sip of the hot liquid. "Gordon," she muttered again. She ran her fingers across the image. "You know him, don't you?"

"Know who, dear?"

Albany looked over to the elderly lady again. "Oh, just talking to myself."

"The first sign of madness that is, dear."

"So I heard."

"Mind you, I'd talk to a picture of a handsome young man like that!" she winked.

The bell on the door rang as an elderly man entered the shop. He walked over and kissed the woman on the cheek.

Albany's eyes were still set on the door. She looked through the glass and her eyes lay on a window of an apartment.

"Hey doll..."

The whisper from her dream repeated itself in her mind.

"Miss?"

She shook herself from her trance to see the waiter stood beside her.

"Anything else for you today?"

"Err, no thanks. Here." She rummaged through her bag and placed a few coins in the man's hand. "Thanks." She walked towards the door and pulled it open. The sound of the city hit her as she took a step outside. Her eyes were still fixed on the apartment window. She crossed the street, dodging the cars and came closer to the building. She spotted someone coming out. She ran to them and caught the door before it shut. Before her was a small room with a staircase to her right. She began to climb them. She arrived at the top floor of the building. She stood before a mahogany door. With a slight pause, she raised her hand and knocked on the door.

No answer.

She tried the handle, it was locked.

"What am I doing?" she shook her head and turned her back to the door.

A small metallic sound.

She looked over her shoulder to see a silver key on the floor. She walked over to it and picked it up. She ran her finger over the number six then looked up at the door again, it also had a six on. She looked around. She was the only one on that floor. She placed the key in the lock and turned it.

Click.

She tried the handle again and the door creaked open. The smell of cigarettes hit her. She took a single step inside and closed the door behind her. She took a moment to absorb her surroundings. It was the same apartment as the one in her dream. "Jerome..." she whispered. "Is this...your home?" she took another step and heard something move beneath her feet. She looked down to see a photograph. She knelt down and took a closer look at it.

The worn photograph was ripped at nearly every angle. A woman stood with a snake wrapped around her arms and neck.

"Lila?" she picked the photograph up and was hit with an overwhelming feeling of anger. An image shot into her mind.

She was cowering in a corner.

The woman in the picture stood above her shouting profanities. She held a bottle of alcohol in her hand, the free hand lunged towards her.

Albany opened her eyes. "So that's why you killed her." She had dropped the photograph. She picked it up again. Beneath it lay something she didst see before, a pack of cigarettes. She opened them and inhaled, they were the same ones from the dream. She shoved them with the picture into her bag and took one more look around before she left, locking thing door tight behind her.

Albany walked as fast as she could to the bus stop. She had another twenty minutes until her bus back, but she needed to get out of that apartment. She had felt anger like that before, it had brought back unwanted memories and she wanted to get out of there as soon as she could.

"Excuse me, miss?"

Her feet paused at the voice, she turned to see a smartly dressed man holding the packet of cigarettes in his hand.

"You dropped these," he smiled.

She looked at his face and had to remind herself to breath.

"You're...Jim Gordon?"

The man chuckled. "I'm becoming quite the celebrity, aren't I? Here," he said and pushed the cigarettes towards her, "you know you should quit. Not good for your health."

Albany placed her hand on the cigarettes and brushed the man's fingertip. The anger returned to her.

She felt something tight around her throat and her mind's eyes showed her on the floor with Gordon above her, his hand on her throat. She held a gun to his head.

She shook her head and snatched the cigarettes from him. "T-thanks." She turned on her heels as quick as she could and walked away.